Who's That Manbat In The Window?

It was late as Wayne left the Gas Stop to go home and scan the airways for crime. He had made it a habit to carry his Manbat suit in the back seat of his car when the occasional late shift was thrown his way. On the way home Wayne noticed a man standing in the alley next to a small convenience store. The man paced back and forth, looking up and down the street nervously. Never missing a chance at action Bruzinski turned the next corner, killed the engine and grabbed the gym bag with his suit inside from the back seat. He ran between a couple buildings and quickly squeezed himself into the vinyl suit and headed back toward the store.

As he came around the corner the man in the alley was approaching the building while pulling a bandanna over his mouth and nose. The Manbat sped his pace while viewing the thug pull a gun on the young clerk inside. He stopped and crouched behind a newspaper box while he thought of a game plan.

"I'll go through the door and fuck this dude up." Wayne whispered aloud to no one. Then he looked at the large display window next to the counter where the robber stood. "Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong!" Bruzinski exclaimed as he back peddled into the street and took off at a sprint for the window. He would jump through the window, knock the man over, save the day and maybe, just maybe, the girl behind the counter would fuck his brains out for his heroics.

Gaining speed Wayne dove headlong into the window, smashing it open successfully. Wayne, however, forgot glass is sharp and felt a thousand points of pain as his body hit the floor and rolled raggedly to the robbers feet.

At this point the gunman and the clerk both looked down at this crazy man (wearing a bat costume) with confusion and shock. Wayne Bruzinski rolled to his back and screamed, awarding a view to the startled people of his eyes pierced with glass. Blood ran from his mouth, which now looked more like the tassels off a cheap rug than the lips of a man. Wayne's bloody hands reached for the gunman as he tried to scream for help. The gunman shrugged, pumped a round into Wayne's chest, took up his bag of cash and laughed as he walked out the door...